Page 16 of Viken Command

The ass views were great, but a queen? Maybe I was dreaming. He did not just say…

“Queen Leah,” Oran said with a nod. “The three kings are with her.” He looked from Alarr, who tugged on some pants, to me. “She arrived an hour ago, Whitney. She’s from Earth, like you. Matched and mated, like you. As soon as she received word of your transport to Viken, she insisted on meeting you.”

“All three kings are here?” Alarr asked, his tone of voice making me shiver with dread. Why I had no idea, but there seemed to be more to the conversation than I understood. Perhaps it would simply take time for me to learn the nuances of their communication. The only way Alarr, Teig, and I had really spent any time speaking since I’d gotten here was with our bodies.

Hard cocks were great communicators for what the guys wanted. But this wasn’t about sex. Alarr was getting dressed, not staying naked. The NPU Warden Egara had injected before transport was great. I understood everything, but still, there were always non-verbal looks. Slang. Hidden meaning in everything that was said. It didn’t matter what language was being spoken, I wasn’t from Viken.

“Yes.” He held Alarr’s gaze. “King Drogan and I will stay with our mates while the others have requested a meeting with you two.”

Teig groaned. “Tell me the kings don’t know Helion.”

I frowned, studying them. Was Hell on Viken called Helion instead? Were these kings mean and planned to send my mates there? If so, why?

Alarr was now fully dressed. I knelt on the bed, the sheet covering me as I took in their conversation as best I could. I was sure I looked a mess, my hair a wild tangle from… yeah, the dried cum sticking to the inside of my thighs was a blatant reminder.

“They do.” Oran walked toward me, leaned over, and ran his fingertips along my cheek and lips. “You are glowing, mate. I assume Alarr and Teig took care of you last night?”

I blushed. Again. This one got under my skin in a big way. Did he have no manners? Making me look him in the eye and talk about having sex with other males?

“Answer me, mate. Did you feel their Seed Power? I have heard it is powerful with just one mate, but with three, it will be remarkably intense.”

“She passed out,” Alarr shared.

Oh. My. God. I looked to Alarr, giving him a murderous glare, but he only grinned.

“So, they pleasured you well.” Oran studied me. “Or did they leave you hungry for more? Did you beg for release?” His gaze held me captive as Alarr and Teig stilled, apparently waiting for my response. Did they doubt how much they’d pleased me?

“I…” Shit. What was I supposed to say? “I don’t remember if I begged or not.”

Oran stood to his full height, his head lifting as he burst into laughter. “Very good, then. When I make you beg later, I promise you will remember every moment.” When his laughter faded, Alarr leaned down and placed a kiss on top of my head, his touch soft as if we’d woken like this a thousand times before, and he was saying goodbye for the day.

Oran looked at Teig, who was still naked, arms crossed over his chest. How did men have conversations with their cocks hanging out? And hard, because wow, Teig was definitely hard.

“You always take the longest to get ready, pretty boy. Move.” Oran snapped his fingers. Man, he was bossy. God, the other two had been pretty dominant, but Oran? My pussy clenched with anticipation at what he planned to do with me when he made me beg.

Oh shit. My nipples pebbled.

“The kings are waiting. While they brought their mate here to meet Whitney, they plan to avail themselves of the resort’s amenities. They can’t do that until the queen has completed her task.”

“Fuck, Oran. You’re serious.” Teig grumbled as he made his way to the bathing room, where I heard the sounds of water similar to the shower in my apartment. “The kings will not want to wait long.”

Wait long for what? And was he taking a shower? I hadn’t even had time to investigate the plumbing around here. I hoped they had hot water and scented soaps. Oil for my hair. Shit. I had no idea what I’d be dealing with for personal grooming. I’d just wanted to get off Earth. I never really thought of whether they had a Target or a department store makeup counter. Did they even have makeup? Did women use product in their hair, on their faces? Did they moisturize? Deep oil treatment? Manicures? Did they

have perfume? Oh, God, please say the females on Viken shaved. I groomed down there, and obviously, Teig and Alarr had seen it, Teig very closely. They hadn’t commented, but maybe because I was from Earth and they thought me different?

I should have been paying attention yesterday, looking for other females, instead of snuggling into Alarr’s big, brawny muscles when he carried me here.

“I don’t have any clothes.” The protest left my lips before I thought to stop it. “Teig cut my only dress off of me last night.”

Oran flicked his gaze toward the bathroom but said nothing.

I was not going to meet the queen of their planet in a rumpled, cut up dress! How many safety pins would it need to stay together? And then, of course, the queen would know what we’d done. A cut dress? God, it had been hot, but now, in the daylight and in front of the woman that ran the freaking planet? Embarrassing!

And, I was not going outside of this house/building/structure… whatever it was called here, without a shower.

Not happening.

A woman had to have standards. I didn’t care if this Queen Leah was from Hollywood or a Kansas farm, I was not facing her smelling like hours of hot, sweaty sex, and Viken seed.

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